Cope sent a letter frae Dunbar -
Charlie, meet me an' ye daur,
And I'll learn you the art o' war,
If you'll meet me in the morning.
Chorus;
Hey Johnnie Cope are ye waukin' yet?
Or are your drums a-beating yet?
If ye were waukin' I wad wait
To gang to the coals i' the morning.
When Charlie look'd the letter upon'
He drew his sword the scabbard from;
Come follow me, my merry merry men,
And we'll meet Johnnie Cope in the morning.
Now Johnnie, be as good's your word
Come let us try baith fire and sword;
And dinna flee away like a frighted bird,
That's chased frae its nest in the morning.
When Johnnie Cope he heard o' this,
He thought it wadna be amiss,
To hae a horse in readiness
To flee awa' in the morning.
Fy now, Johnnie get up and rin,
The Highland bagpipes mak' a din;
It is best to sleep in a hale skin
For 'twill be a bluidy morning.
When Johnnie Cope to Dunbar came,
They speir'd at him, Where's a' your men?
The deil confound me gin I ken,
For
I left them a' i' the mornong.
Now, Johnnie troth ye are na blate,
To come wi, news o' your ain defeat,
And leave your men in sic a strait
Sae early in the morning.
Oh! faith quo' Johnnie, I got sic flegs,
Wi' their claymores and philabegs;
If I face them again, deil brak my legs -
So I wish you a gude morning.